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Kuroki cannot have a single good night's rest

All too soon, Kuroki was jerked awake.

The house was rumbling.

It took a moment for his half-awake mind to figure out that someone was just knocking on the door.

They really needed to fix up the place.

He pushed himself up to sit more properly, swiping an arm across his eyes.

Enma was awake, too. He glared at the ceiling as if it had done something to personally offend him – and, considering the knocking hadn't stopped and the shaking foundations were sending pieces of who knows what raining down, maybe it had.

"Someone knocking?" Enma said, his voice gruff with sleep.

"Yeah," Kuroki said, sighing deeply. "Someone should get that."

They eyed each other. Ito and Grim remained blissfully asleep and it wasn't worth trying to wake them. Kuroki absently pressed a hand to Ito's neck to check their pulse (and grumbled a little when he found that they were alive, just a deep sleeper, which is good for them but also totally unfair) and then brought up the other to do rock-paper-scissors, because apparently that's how they're going to deal with every disagreement from now on.

Enma stared at the hand for a moment.

He lifted a hand.

And pushed Kuroki out of the bed.

He gave an indignant squawk as he hit the ground, not helping the already trembling house in the slightest, and then scrambled up to find Enma already falling back asleep with his cheek squished against the top of Ito's head.

The cute sight did little to help with the absolute betrayal he felt.

He threw his hands up, frustrated, and mumbled curses as he stalked through the house. Maybe he would have stomped to try and let out his frustration but, frankly, he didn't want to test their luck with all the knocking –.

But, even as he thought that, the knocking came to an abrupt stop.

His eyebrows pinched together, all-too-familiar anxiety beginning to rear its head. The newfound stillness was almost certainly not a good thing. His footsteps slowed and he wondered whether he really wanted to know what had happened.

But then curiosity won out and he was walking again (though he did grab the nearest candlestick and tuck it behind his back).

The two ghosts from the mine stood by the front door, their heads poking through the wall. They turned to look at him when they noticed his footsteps.

They shot each other looks, expressions Kuroki couldn't decipher, before the one with the pickaxe in his head smiled. "Out of bed early, I see."

"Mhmmmmm," he hummed, his eyes narrowing. They seemed somewhat... nervous at his arrival, for some reason. It was the kind of look you saw on a child that had done something wrong and were now waiting for an inevitable scolding from their parents.

"Did the knocking wake you up?" The one with the miner's hat said.

There was something in his expression that made Kuroki lie, a mumbled "no" slipping between his lips, but he was pushing past the subject before they could call him out on it: "Speaking of... where'd the person go?"

The ghosts briefly glanced behind themselves, outside, giving themselves away even as they tried to assure him that the person had just left –.

He pushed past them and out the door.

Where he found Ace and the other three ghosts. They didn't seem particularly happy as they lifted him up and away. Ghostly fingers tugged at his skin, hair, and clothes. The bottom half of his face was covered, presumably to stop him from screaming for help, and all Ace could do was send him a pleading look with his eyes.